John Greenleaf Whittier

Maud Muller looked and sighed: :Ah me!
That I the Judge's bride might be!
He would dress read more

Maud Muller looked and sighed: :Ah me!
That I the Judge's bride might be!
He would dress me up in silks so fine,
And praise and toast me at his wine."

And let these altars, wreathed with flowers
And piled with fruits, awake again
Thanksgivings for the golden read more

And let these altars, wreathed with flowers
And piled with fruits, awake again
Thanksgivings for the golden hours,
The early and the latter rain!

Cast not the clouded gem away,
Quench not the dim but living ray,--
My brother man, Beware!
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Cast not the clouded gem away,
Quench not the dim but living ray,--
My brother man, Beware!
With that deep voice which from the skies
Forbade the Patriarch's sacrifice.
God's angel, cries, Forbear!

As a small businessperson, you have no greater leverage than the truth.

As a small businessperson, you have no greater leverage than the truth.

Green calm below, blue quietness above.

Green calm below, blue quietness above.